Thanks, Harry. Shortly after my dad died, it suddenly occurred to me that I would never hear his voice again, and it hit me really hard. I did subsequently find a few videos I had of him playing with the children and a live Apple photo of him waving goodbye to me, when press the image to make it ‘live’ I can here his voice simply saying “be good” (the way he always said goodbye to me). It’s a treasured thing.
I love that your dad was a storyteller and that his talent passed down on you.
Thank you Will, and sadly I have no record of my father's voice although my older brother's is so similar it's a hint of a memoria vitae of my father. There are so many recordings of our existence these days it will be difficult for those who follow to escape them.
Nice piece Will, and I wrote my 5 minute poem some years ago on the 40th anniversary of my father's death...
My father was a storyteller;
A teller of tales
Yet,
I cannot now remember his voice
Thanks, Harry. Shortly after my dad died, it suddenly occurred to me that I would never hear his voice again, and it hit me really hard. I did subsequently find a few videos I had of him playing with the children and a live Apple photo of him waving goodbye to me, when press the image to make it ‘live’ I can here his voice simply saying “be good” (the way he always said goodbye to me). It’s a treasured thing.
I love that your dad was a storyteller and that his talent passed down on you.
Thank you Will, and sadly I have no record of my father's voice although my older brother's is so similar it's a hint of a memoria vitae of my father. There are so many recordings of our existence these days it will be difficult for those who follow to escape them.
Yes, I sense you’re right there Harry, a completely different state of affairs. Have a lovely weekend.
And you, Will
Beautiful Will! 🙏❤️
Thanks mate :) stay warm.
“Perhaps beauty is central to healing?”
Yes!!
There’s a certain beauty to the old stories, and the old stories are deeply healing! Thanks for reading 🙏
A lovely update Will, packed with goodness. Thank you.
"Often it's a Bird" is a great poem - not one I've come across before.
And that Rilke poem is one of several of his I'm memorising as part of a course I'm on.
The story of the swallow flying into and out of the room at the serendipitous moment is stunning. I really love that.
Curiously, Tobit was one of the stories I heard Hugh Lupton tell in Manchester.